"It's my honor to be acquainted with Buddha Son," Duan Qiachou bowed with a smile, "I have something to ask of you, and I hope it's not too presumptuous."
"I spend every day in the elegant garden, chanting sutras and meditating. How can I assist you, Mr. Duan?"
"I must admit it's quite embarrassing," Duan Qianchou confessed with shame, "The young fighters in our generation are overzealous. They don't know how to restrain themselves in sparring. In just one day, over a hundred contestants have been seriously injured during our Martial Art Exchange, now being treated at the Medical Valley of Chongming Peak. Martial Saint Mountain, as the host, invited factions from all over Longzhou. These young masters were healthy and energetic when they came. If they were to leave severely injured, it would reflect poorly on our Martial Saint Mountain."
"What do you suggest, Mr. Duan?"
